His Wife

Finally, your new wife, a beautiful brunette by the name Sarah, emerges from the women’s restroom. Your heart melts as you watch her push her way through the crowd toward you, wearing a robin-egg-blue bikini. She clutches at one side of her top, holding it against her skin so it doesn’t fall down.“What’s wrong?” you ask as she sits down beside you, a disturbed look on her face.“My bikini tore,” she murmurs quietly, facing away.“Hey, you alright?” you ask, placing a hand on her shoulder.

She flinches at first before resting her hand on top of yours.

Something must have scared her.